*NOTE: This story took place about four years ago, in 2017. At the time, I was 24, and my partner was 21. The name I use for my partner is an alias.*
It started out as a joke.
I was watching porn in my bedroom, whether bored or horny I don’t remember. I was searching for a video where the guy was at least half as attractive to me as the girl was, when I stumbled across a video of a man with two cocks. He was *not* an attractive man, but I was curious, and the footage was grainy enough for me to pretend it was real. His extra appendage jutted straight from his mons pubis, stacked directly above where his regular dick protruded.
Excitement stirred me to attention and my cock stiffened painfully as I imagined all the possibilities of fucking a woman while doubly endowed. It was comical, stupid even, the things I fantasized of doing, but I was brought back to earth by how inexorably *boring* the video actually was. The dude just stood there, shoving his jeans below his junk, grinning like an idiot while a woman halfheartedly tried to blow him.
My partner, Tara, walked in from her shower while I was wilting from disillusionment. She took one look at my shrinking cock and said, “ouch, that’s hurtful.”
I rolled my eyes as she shirked her wet towel. She obviously knew that I’d been masturbating, but the jab was just too easy. I would’ve continued the bit, but considering I was already stiffening at the sight of her…
Tara was a short, ghostly pale woman, with wavy brown hair that tripled in size when she brushed it. Her back was a colorful tapestry of tattoos, and though I adored the stars and space that twinkled in her galaxy themed inks, my eyes roved lower to her massive heart shaped ass. It jiggled as she forced her thighs into a pair of leggings. When she turned around, I was gifted a long look at her damp chest, which was proportionate to her ass but little else.
“Yep, you got me,” I said drily, my erection twitching. I could have commanded her to wrap her tits around my cock, right then. She would’ve, too, if I’d asked. Happily. Tara was the only person I’d ever met that was openly hornier than I was, ready to pounce at literally any moment.
“What were you watching?” she asked, her eyes trailing downwards with thinly veiled hunger.
“Something dumb, here, check it out.” I gestured for her to join me on the bed, which she did, forgoing a top. I was grateful for that. She leaned in and I showed her the video. She whistled when the man unzipped his baggy pants and revealed his two erect cocks. “They don’t even do anything,” I complained. “This man could literally *fill* her up and all they get around to is a bad blowjob. Talk about wasted potential.”
Tara bit her lip, caught between a smile and her own growing arousal. I could tell by her expression that her imagination mirrored mine on this. We’d toyed with double penetration before when I fucked her doggy style while she wore a plug, each thrust pushing it deeper into her beautiful ass. I’d even offered her a MMF threesome a few times, but she was strictly monogamous.
“If you had two dicks, would *you* fuck both my holes at the same time?” she asked, teasingly.
“Obviously,” I said. I tilted my chin so that my face was level with her chest and took one of her breasts into my mouth, nibbling it playfully. Her eyes closed and her lips parted in bliss. The second I felt her nipple stiffen between my teeth, I released it with a single, taunting kiss.
“Tease,” she mumbled.
“I know,” I said, feeling satisfied. Although my cock had risen a second time, the erection was only physical, and whatever primal urge I’d hoped for had been dashed from the first viewing of that disappointing porn clip. Tara punched my shoulder, aggravated, before returning to the dresser for a shirt.
“Hey, if I got you a second dick, would you do it?” asked Tara. “Like, seriously, would you do it?”
“Definitely.”
Tara nodded, and I thought that was the end of it, but I should’ve realized leaving her wet would only ever end one way. About a week later, I received an email that the front office had a package waiting for us to pick up. Since I got out of work before Tara did, I made the short walk from our fourth-floor apartment to the lobby and grabbed the box from our friend behind the desk.
Since it had Tara’s name on it, I left it for her to open. She loved opening boxes, and I wasn’t dumb enough to get in the way of her serotonin. When she returned home, she was beaming, a devilish glint in her blue eyes.
“Is it here?” she asked. I nodded, pointing to the package where it lay on the table. She cackled delightedly and rushed to tear it open.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Oh nothing, nothing, tra-la-la,” she hummed impatiently. “Just a little something you promised me.”
“Oh, yeah?” I got up from the couch, where I’d been playing Breath of the Wild. Tara turned around, and I immediately knew what she meant. In one hand she held a tangle of straps, and in the other, three bright pink dildos of different sizes. “Ah,” I said, struck dumb by her boldness. “That promise.”
“Want to try it on?” she asked. I nodded excitedly, a bulge already growing in my joggers. Tara noticed and giggled.
We hurried to the bedroom, clothing flying in every direction in our haste to disrobe. Tara sat on the edge of the bed fully nude and helped me figure out the straps. I stepped into the harness, one leg at a time, and pulled it on. It felt like I’d wrapped a seatbelt around the top of my thighs. Tara adjusted the base plate, which sat on my mound, exactly where the porno guy’s second cock had been positioned.
I was impatient now, too, as she fastened the largest of the dildos to the base plate. It was almost the exact same size as I was, and I wondered if she’d somehow planned that. Her face was only inches from my throbbing cock while she worked. I twitched in anticipation, but she swatted it and told me to hang on.
“There, you’re good,” she said, giving my cock a firm squeeze. “Take a look.” Although I was uneager to move away from her waiting lips, I turned to face our closet, the doors of which were full length mirrors. I was a tall, thin man, and my hair fell into my face, but not enough to completely hide my completely dilated eyes. I rubbed my new toy, enjoying the feel of it. It was time for Tara to enjoy it, too.
“Colors not my style,” I said, grinning. “But I could get used to this.”
I opened our box of sex toys and snatched up the lube, then I stood before Tara, who was rubbing herself while watching me.
“Are you going to fuck me now, hydra boy?” she asked, her smile taunting. I laced a hand into her hair, gently at first, then I grabbed a fistful by the roots and shoved my cock into her ready mouth. She moaned as I pressed into her throat.
“No more jokes,” I said, but she didn’t reply. She couldn’t. Instead, she sucked desperately on my cock while I lathered the dildo in lube. It was a bizarre feeling, standing there and stroking a cock that wasn’t mine, while Tara devoured me. Once I felt as though I’d thoroughly saturated the toy, I pushed her off me. She whimpered, and I knew she wanted to keep sucking. “Lay down,” I commanded her. She pouted, but obeyed, sliding her hands under head, and watching expectantly.
“I’m waiting,” she said, her voice husky. She spread her legs, and her wet pussy lips slowly spread before my eyes. My cock pulsed again as I stared. As quickly as I could, I coated myself with lube, then I crouched down to do the same to her asshole. Her cheeks hid it in their girth, but I’d fucked her ass enough times to know where it was without looking. “Hurry,” she whined, writhing as my fingers entered her back door. When my fingers slid in and out without resistance, she was ready.
It wasn’t easy. The bed was not the right height for this, and I was aiming for two targets at once, but Tara helped by holding the toy in place against her dripping pussy while I focused a little lower. She groaned as the head of my cock stretched her asshole, and with a final press, I sank both cocks into her.
Tara’s eyes flashed open, and she let out a tiny breathless gasp. “Wait,” she hissed. “Just, hold it there for a second.”
I paused. A voice in my head roared, demanding that I ignore her, that I fuck her until she walked like a baby deer for a whole week. I could feel the toy cock pressing through her inner walls against my own, and I felt powerful. “How do you feel?” I asked, trying to distract myself from my harsher impulses.
“I feel… very full,” she whispered.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes.” I dug the fingers of my left hand into her waist, desperate to release any pressure. Unbidden, I began rocking against her. She let out a quiet, “oh fuck,” but didn’t ask me to stop. I loved how her ass seemed to suck me back in with each thrust, like it was begging me to stay. With each stroke, I pulled out further and dove in deeper. I was surprised by how much more difficult it was to force two cocks to move than one, but something about the pressure only fueled my lust.
I picked up speed, extending my empty hand to Tara’s tits, which were starting to bounce with wild energy. I could barely wrap my fingers around a single boob, but I squeezed. Another primal release. “I can’t believe you’re fucking both my holes like this,” groaned Tara as she rubbed her swollen clit. “Harder. Please, don’t stop. Fuck me, fuck me!”
Tara dirty talked like a porn star and growled like an animal when she was getting railed hard enough. We’d reached that point. I obeyed, slamming into her. She screamed, then kept up a stream of words, pleading me to ravage her, begging me to fill her ass with cum. I was in paradise, grunting heavily as the sensations threatened to overwhelm me.
But this was her fantasy as much as it was mine. I knew her buttons, and I loved getting what I wanted by giving others what they craved. I’d done it for a gym rat who’d do anything so long as there was a pair of lips on her neck, and for an actress who *loved* being told what to do. In Tara’s case, she became my personal fuck doll in exchange for a little choking and a lot of praise.
I leaned over her, which wasn’t as easy with two cocks buried between her legs. I slid my hand from her tits to her neck, squeezing the sides as I whispered, “I can’t believe how good you feel. You take me like no one else ever has. I love what you do to me, Tara.”
The effect was immediate, and her body convulsed against mine. Although I had to slow down a little to feed her praise kink, I kept pumping as hard as I could, trying to angle the toy against her G-spot. I praised her body, how perfect her tits were, how I loved to hear her moan, how beautiful she looked dripping in sweat. I praised the way she touched herself, the way she sucked my cock, the way she ground her pelvis against me when she wanted me deeper.
Her legs spasmed, her stomach tensed. I knew she was riding an orgasm. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream as her hand retracted from her clit. I released her neck and moved my hand to her pussy, stroking the wet lips while I returned all my focus to fucking her tight holes. My thumb ran over her clit, and her body jolted. She knew what was coming. This was my favorite part.
I tore into her then, fucking her with everything I had, while rubbing her clit. Tara found her voice again, squeaking desperately, her limbs spread eagled and stiff. It wasn’t just her limbs, either. Her cunt gripped the toy with such intensity that I was envious of what it must’ve been feeling. She was overstimulated. Either next, she’d orgasm again, squirt, or pass out, something which had only happened once before.
I felt the pressure building in my cock, so I stopped rubbing her clit and grabbed hold of her hips with both hands. With one final thrust, I buried myself to the hilt in her magnificent ass and unloaded what felt like a month’s worth of cum inside her.
I wobbled, then collapsed against her chest, panting from exertion.
“That was… wow,” I said, feebly. Tara’s eyes were closed. She didn’t reply. I felt her chest rise and fall as she returned to a regular breathing rhythm. I tapped her forehead, hoping she hadn’t lost consciousness on me. Slowly, she opened her eyes to a mere squint. “Hey, are you alive in there?” I asked.
“Barely,” she mumbled. “Next time, I’m using it on you.”
I chuckled, but I knew she was serious. I was okay with it, too. I owed her that much, and besides, given how kinky I was starting to realize I was, I might even enjoy it. And I would, much later, though… once Tara’s legs could hold her weight again.
But that’s another story.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lfmd6z/im_dped_my_partnerf_on_my_own
The only thing I illiterately can express is, “Wow!”